The Armenian Goddesses.
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The Armenian Goddesses.
Types of witches:
Forest witch
“ I’m bisexual. Don’t ignore half of me so you can fit me into a box, Monique. Don’t do that. ”
If you heard of writer's block, get ready for reader's block. You want to read. You have time. You know what to read; how have a pile of books ready to be read. You cannot sit still and focus enough to do so or you can't even open the book.
details, marchesa ss2020
bro shut up i’m trying to relive an emotional fictional moment
“Who are you?” he would ask her every day.
“No one,” she would answer, she who had been Arya of House Stark, Arya Underfoot, Arya Horseface.
She had been Arry and Weasel too, and Squab and Salty, Nan the cupbearer, a grey mouse, a sheep, the ghost of Harrenhal… but not for true, not in her heart of hearts. In there she was Arya of Winterfell, the daughter of Lord Eddard Stark and Lady Catelyn, who had once had brothers named Robb and Bran and Rickon, a sister named Sansa, a direwolf called Nymeria, a half brother named Jon Snow. In there she was someone… but that was not the answer he wanted.
Soon it will be Autumn and Persephone can go back to pegging her husband in peace and I can wear a fucking jumper
@sixofcrowsnet heist: WYLAN VAN ECK
“Who was he really? A criminal? A runaway? A kid who was passable—maybe more than passable—at demo?
"I'm Marya Hendriks' son."
the year is 1347. my husband just died from “the plague” and i’m moving in with my female “companion” in a secluded mansion in the european country. we have no kids and two dogs and we seem unusually close. i call her my wife but historians call her my best friend. little does everyone know, she’s both.
Merkur und Psyche, detail, by Reinhold Begas, 1874–1878,
*walks into an antique store* i'd like to see your most evil items, please
obsessed with those stone stairs and archways in the middle of the woods that remain standing after the rest of the building has fallen to ruin
goddess of the wilderness and the moon.
wide open field hold a special place in my heart
Morana.
the ancient Slavic goddess of winter and death.
has many names: Mara, Mor, Morena, Marzanna and she is the all-powerful mistress of winter.
was considered the embodiment of the evil spirit.
her symbols are the black moon, piles of broken skulls and a sickle.
only appears at a certain time - at noon or at midnight. Temporary fractures personify fractures in the fate of people.